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Writing

Picture It & Write, 27 January 2013: Dreaming

This week’s photo over on Ermilia is definitely an interesting one:

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My offering is entitled “Dreaming:”

Anna lay snuggled in the deep down of her blanket; it was winter in Minneapolis and she was on a budget that mandated the heat register stay at 71 degrees. She was glad it was Friday night, she told herself, because she could spend a good part of the night and next morning in bed. Deep down, she longed for Danny and missed those former Friday nights; it was 10pm and instead of being curled up like a hibernating bear she would have had on her go-to-the-club outfit and would just be starting the evening. She would have been preparing to meet Danny–well, more like preparing to watch Danny, as he wound the club attendees into a frenzy with his masterful use of vinyl and compact discs. He was a popular DJ and had a few favorite downtown clubs where he worked on weekends and as one of his friends, Anna had the good fortune of a VIP pass and could get in whenever she wanted. Danny didn’t know she adored him. She sunk deeper into the thick covers until only the top of her head was visible, had anyone been there to see it. Her breath created a warm cocoon and with each exhale she moved further into her dreams. Her dreams of Danny.

She felt warmth engulf her, wrapping around her like strong arms. She smelled his scent, not just cologne but him, the smell of flesh, of hair, of cigarettes and Fosters (Australian For Beer) on breath. She felt his heart, beating in rhythm along her spine as she sunk deeper into his embrace. The heat from their two bodies was palpable, liquid air surrounding them. Anna felt the smile of his whiskers on the nape of her neck and thrilled at the sensation. She arched her back and returned the smile in darkness; turning in an effort to wrap her arms around him, to finally share her heart, her eyes were assaulted by light.

The blanket shifted, letting in the light of Saturday morning. Danny, along with her joy, were gone.

 

 

11 Comments

  1. Gretchen January 28, 2013 5:44 pm

    Nummy! Could feel it. Loved the smile of the whiskers on her neck. Gave me shivers.

    • AR Neal January 28, 2013 6:00 pm

      Thanks Gretchen! And nummy is definitely the descriptor of the day!!

  2. Anne Schilde January 28, 2013 10:02 pm

    Ew! Ciggies and beer. I laughed at the (Australian for beer) though. I like the story. A nice easy read, very dreamy, sensual. Good job with the prompt.

    • AR Neal January 28, 2013 11:39 pm

      Thank you, Anne!

  3. joetwo January 28, 2013 10:24 pm

    I’m trying to think here, was it never even mention? Did she love him without ever saying it? And now he is gone. The loss of potential. Sad.

    • AR Neal January 28, 2013 11:41 pm

      I was going for the unrequited thing, so you hit it spot on…

  4. deanabo January 28, 2013 11:24 pm

    “She smelled his scent, not just cologne but him,” This…. Perfect.

    • AR Neal January 28, 2013 11:42 pm

      Thank you 🙂

  5. Ermilia January 29, 2013 12:31 pm

    The final sentences were perfection. ‘The blanket shifted, letting in the light of Saturday morning. Danny, along with her joy, were gone.’ I love it! The light breaks my sweetest of dreams as well in the morning. Thanks for contributing this week with a well-written story of unrequited love.

    – Ermisenda

    • AR Neal January 29, 2013 3:36 pm

      Thank you so much Ermisenda, and welcome back!! I have colleagues who are involved in Positive Psychology education here in the US–great information. Glad your classes and travels were good to you, not to mention the wonderfully sweet wake-up kiss you were thankful for 🙂

      • Ermilia January 29, 2013 3:39 pm

        Oh, thank you AR Neal. It’s great to be back. 🙂 Positive Psychology is fantastic and the research coming out to back it up is exciting. Oh, the wake-up kiss was very delightful! It’s good to be by his side again.

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